She sucks you in
Blocking all the escapes
But by the time you look for an escape-route,
You don’t want to leave

You want her
You crave her

Everything else becomes pointless background noise
Her eyes sending your system into shock
Her voice turning your own cells against themselves
Her touch making your logic run for the hills

She’ll take you out into storm
Saying she’ll bring the sunshine, soon
All you have to do is look north
The second you take your eyes off her
She’s gone
And she’ll leave you in that storm without a second thought

You’ll be infuriated
Depressed

And trust me, she knows
Just as quickly as she leaves,
She’ll come back and bring the sun

My yuck comment might have been harsh depending on how old you are. When I was a teenager and in my early-mid twenties I was involved with men (and women) who thought of their game playing as “powerful”. In hindsight I find those people annoying and a waste of time, but that comes with time.

As you get older and mature that rollercoaster spectacle crap just kind of loses it appeal, and you want someone who wishes for your happiness 100% of the time.

Sorry, this letter really just opened up a channel of thought it my head. I have a lot of anger toward people like the woman you described in your poem, who play games with people to get a sense of power.

But in a way, that must be sad to have to be so obsessed with power in the first place that you need to hurt others, to steal “power” from others by making them sad themselves. It must be lonely to juggle all these people but never get truly close to any of them when the intimacy is a lie and a bait-and-switch. It must stem from the sense that if people really got to know you and the “thrill” you provide wore off, then they could hurt you, so you hurt them first for absolutely no reason other than to try to keep the “power” over the other person.

Power doesn’t come from the supply you can get from other people unless you really, underneath it all, feel powerless.

The person you described isn’t powerful, she just isn’t capable of love.

I just wanted to say too, that the person I wrote this about I love very deeply, and it isn’t like I just met her yesterday.

It’s been 4 years.

I am in my older teenage years, I actually graduated this year.

I understand what you are saying about power hungry people, but this situation is completely unheard of.

And if you must know, I am also a woman.

She is just.. Unpredictable. She’s mysterious but she’s beautiful.
And I am not in a romantic relationship with her.

That’s all I meant by this.

She really is like night and day, one minute she’s bright and warm and the next she’s dark and cold.
But it’s not like she’s bipolar or anything.

This really is just an undescribable situation.
I have reread this letter I wrote multiple times now, and it’s just how I feel about her sometimes.

I have also written other letters on the same topic:

Eden’s Lost One
Calvary’s Soul Fog
Baptist’s Fatal Revival
I Want Him

And this one. I wanted to respond to you, though.
Let me know if you have any more questions or comments? Or what you interpreted besides this? Thank you for not being rude though, I really do appreciate that.